Vespas and Futures


I love cakes, macarons, long baths at night, the sound of rain, poetry, Julio Cortazar, The Bell Jar, anything literary, old quilts, chocolate, grilling, the country, mango tea, almonds, cake batter ice cream, vintage clothes, traveling, Singapore. And, of course, Vespas.
Quite an amazing book

Quite an amazing book

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fuckyeahvespas:

theadventureteam:

this is the vintage version of the cobrashop vesparide photo booth!

fuckyeahvespas:

theadventureteam:

this is the vintage version of the cobrashop vesparide photo booth!

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Julio Cortazar, my favorite writer. One word: amazing. 

Julio Cortazar, my favorite writer. One word: amazing. 

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♥ Loving Sylvia Plath ♥: Could you do me a favor, plz? →

lovingsylvia:

Sorry for not dropping that topic, but I wanna know once and for all… is it

BRAG or BRAY?

You can find many references in my earlier posts and it always seems to lead to one conclusion - BRAG, HOWEVER many people claim they’ve seen BRAY with their own eyes!

I would love to find out, if…

I have two versions of the book—

“Brag” (ISBN 0-06-09-3018-7, Harper Perennial, 1999)

“Brag” (ISBN ISBN 978-0-06-184990-9, Harper Perennial, 2009)

For some reason I remembered it as ‘bray’ though…

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♥ Loving Sylvia Plath ♥: "Last Letter" by Ted Hughes →

What happened that night? Your final night.
Double, treble exposure
Over everything. Late afternoon, Friday,
My last sight of you alive.
Burning your letter to me, in the ashtray,
With that strange smile. Had I bungled your plan?
Had it surprised me sooner than you purposed?
Had I rushed it…

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Prostitutes & Whores: Words That Don’t Exist in the English Language →

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l’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.

meraki: (Greek) Doing something with…

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lovingsylvia:

via
Somewhere in Austin, Texas
***
You’re
Clownlike, happiest on your hands,Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,Gilled like a fish. A common-senseThumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,Trawling your dark, as owls do.Mute as a turnip from the FourthOf July to All Fools’ Day,O high-riser, my little loaf.Vague as fog and looked for like mail.Farther off than Australia.Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.Snug as a bud and at homeLike a sprat in a pickle jug.A creel of eels, all ripples.Jumpy as a Mexican bean.Right, like a well-done sum.A clean slate, with your own face on.-The Collected Poems, 1960

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Somewhere in Austin, Texas

***

You’re

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark, as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools’ Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

-The Collected Poems, 1960

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If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles. —Colette